第57页 - Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart, Sweet Highland Girl ! from thee to part ; For I, methinks, till I grow old As fair before me shall behold As I do now, the cabin small, The lake, the bay, the waterfall; And Thee, the spirit of them all...

第515页 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'

第268页 - I consider as one of the finest figures that ever was invented : it is most correctly drawn, and I apprehend in an attitude of the utmost difficulty to execute. The hanging of the head on his shoulder, and the falling of the body on one side, gives such an appearance of the heaviness of death, that nothing can exceed it.

第515页 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords and native ranks The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force and Latin fraud Would break your shield, however broad.

第605页 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls by thousands they pour, And down through the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the bishop they go. They have whetted their teeth against the stones, And now they pick the bishop's bones ; They gnawed the flesh from every limb, For they were sent to do judgment on him.

第85页 - The sea-kings' daughter as happy as fair, Blissful bride of a blissful heir, Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea — O joy to the people and joy to the throne, Come to us, love us and make us your own : For Saxon or Dane or Norman we, Teuton or Celt, or whatever we be, We are each all Dane in our welcome of thee, Alexandra! A WELCOME TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS MARIE ALEXANDROVNA DUCHESS OF EDINBURGH MARCH 7, 1874 I THE Son of him with whom we strove for power — Whose will is lord thro...

第515页 - Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave — Think ye he meant them for a slave? Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! We will not think of themes like these! It made Anacreon's song divine; He served — but served Polycrates — A tyrant; but our masters then Were still, at least, our countrymen.